All Chapters of The werewolf king is my mate. : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

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CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE: EMPTY.

EMPTYSchool was worse than training.At least training had rules. At least there, getting hit meant you did something wrong, not that someone was bored and needed entertainment.School smelled like disinfectant and wet shoes. Lockers slammed too loudly, footsteps echoed too close, and laughter always seemed to rise the moment I passed by.“Move.”Someone nudged my shoulder as they rushed past me in the hallway. I stumbled, caught myself, and kept walking like nothing happened.That was the trick. Always keep walking.I was late that morning. I remember because my books slipped from my hands as I turned the corner too fast. They hit the floor with an ugly clatter, pages spreading everywhere like they were trying to escape.“Wow.”I looked up before I could stop myself.That was my first mistake.The girl standing over me had perfect hair and that polite smile people use when they want witnesses.“You should really be more careful,” she said. “You fall a lot.”Someone laughed.

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CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO:SIDE EFFECTS.

SIDE EFFECTS The thing about remembering is that it never asks permission.I’m sitting on the edge of the bed in my grandparents’ mansion when it hits me. The mattress is too soft, the room too quiet. Somewhere down the hall, a door closes gently. Someone laughs.My shoulders go tense automatically.I hate that about myself.“Emily?”My grandmother’s voice floats in from the corridor. Calm. Warm. Normal.“Yeah,” I call back. “I’m here.”Her footsteps stop outside my door. She doesn’t come in immediately. She always knocks first.“Dinner will be ready soon.”“Okay.”She hesitates, then, “You alright?”“I’m fine.”The words come out so smoothly I almost believe them.After she leaves, I let myself sink backward onto the bed and stare at the ceiling. It’s beautifully carved, intricate patterns etched into the stone like someone once cared enough to make sure even the ceiling mattered.Safe place. Safe people.My chest still feels tight.Because safety doesn’t erase memory. It ju

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CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE: SURPRISE DRILLS.

SURPRISE DRILLS Daniel waited for me near the front steps of the mansion with his hands tucked into the pockets of his training uniform. He looked relaxed, almost bored, the kind of bored that came from being a warrior who had probably fought real battles while I struggled with basic confidence. His eyes brightened a little when he saw me approach.“There you are,” he said. “The Alpha told me to walk you down to the training grounds. We start with simple drills today.”Simple drills. The words alone made my stomach twist.I forced a smile. “Right. Great. Fantastic. I love simple drills. So simple.”He squinted slightly. “You sound like someone who hates drills.”“No,” I said quickly, “I sound like someone who is… mentally preparing. Preparation is a skill.”q“If you say so.”We started walking. The path toward the warrior grounds was wide and well trampled, stones packed neatly along the edges. Normally it was a comforting sight. Today it felt like a countdown. Each step a

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CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR: ANOTHER CHANCE.

ANOTHER CHANCE.Daniel and I walked across the field in silence. The grass brushed against my boots and the air smelled like sun-warmed dirt. Warriors were already gathering, stretching their arms and talking like this was the most normal thing in the world.Inside me, my stomach tightened in a way I did not want to acknowledge. I kept my face neutral and hoped it stayed that way.Daniel glanced at me. “You slept well?”“I slept,” I replied.“That does not sound like a yes.”“It is close enough.” I shrug taking in the morning air.He let out a short laugh. “Alright. Close enough.”It was easier pretending this was casual. Easier pretending my pulse was not trying to break my ribs. I kept my hands loosely at my sides so he would not see the tension in my fingers.A group of warriors waved at him. One of them, a girl with cropped hair, whispered something to another. They both looked at me. Not with hostility. Not with anything obvious. But the past had trained my body to read looks

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CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE:HIS NAME IS ELIO.

HIS NAME IS ELIO.Daniel and I left the training field when the sun was starting to drop behind the trees. My arms were still buzzing from the last exercise he made me do, which he called conditioning but felt more like wrestling the air until it won.He kept glancing at me while we walked back toward the pack house path. Not suspicious, not annoyed, just checking if I was about to faint or something. I kept my steps steady. My breathing even. My face neutral. I had perfected that expression years ago. A calm mask that never cracked, not even when my stomach twisted or my pulse climbed.“You kept up better than I expected,” Daniel said as he pushed a branch out of my way.“Oh,” I replied, pretending that was a normal sentence. “Thanks.”“You learn fast.”“Training helps,” I said quietly. “Or so people say.”He frowned like he wanted to ask something but changed his mind. Instead he pointed toward the small stream that cut through the back of the territory. “Let’s soak your hand

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CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX: LIGHT.

LIGHTThe training field smells like dirt and sweat and something metallic that clings to the back of my throat.I notice it immediately because my body remembers this place before my mind catches up. My palms start to itch. Not claws. Just skin, the way it does when I am about to bolt.Daniel walks beside me, his steps even, like this is another normal morning routine.“You can stand anywhere for now,” he says, pointing toward the edge of the field. “We will start light.Light. That word means nothing to me.I nod anyway.“Okay.”He studies my face for a second, like he is checking whether I will argue or panic or freeze. I do none of those things. I learned a long time ago that freezing only made things worse.Other warriors are already warming up. Some stretch. Some shift partially, letting claws extend and retract as casually as blinking. Their laughter carries across the field, relaxed, familiar.This is not how it used to sound.Daniel claps his hands once. “Pair up.”People

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CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN: SHUTTING DOWN

SHUTTING DOWN The training field looked the same as it had the first day, wide, open, ringed by trees, packed dirt underfoot, weapons resting on wooden racks like they were waiting for volunteers.Nothing about it had changed.Or maybe I had not changed at all, and that was going to be a problem.Daniel walked beside me, not too close, not too far. He had learned that distance over the past few days. Close enough to escort me, far enough not to feel like he was hovering.“You’re quiet today,” he said.“I’m always quiet.He glanced at me sideways. “You talk.”“Only when necessary.”He smiled a little. “You know, warriors talk too.”“That explains a lot about you.”That earned a short laugh, which I appreciated more than I let on. It made the walk easier,like I was walking lightly.The field was already active when we arrived. Pairs sparring. Someone shouting instructions. The sound of bodies hitting the ground, not violently, but with intent.My chest tightened.I did not

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CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT:DISAPPEARING.

DISAPPEARING I locked my door.Not dramatically shut it like I wanted someone to notice. I closed it slowly, carefully, then turned the key and stood there with my hand still on the knob, listening.Nothing.No footsteps. No voices. No knocking.Good.I slid down until my back hit the door and sat there on the floor like my legs had simply decided to give up on me. The room felt too quiet, but also safer that way, like silence was a blanket I could hide under.My breathing was wrong. Too shallow. Too fast. I pressed my palm flat against my chest, counting like I had learned to do years ago.One. Two. Three.It did not help.My wolf was not pacing anymore. She was not watching. She was not tense.She was gone.That scared me more than anything that had happened on the training field.I stared at my hands. They were steady now, like nothing had happened, like I had not stood in the middle of the training ring earlier while the ground tilted and voices overlapped and someone shoute

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CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE:IS THAT DAMIEN?.

IS THAT DAMIEN?I do not leave my room, not even when the sun rises and spills light through the curtains. Not when the house shifts with morning sounds. Not when footsteps pass my door again and again.I stay exactly where I am.The floor is cold beneath me, but I do not move to the bed. Moving would mean choosing something, and I am very tired of everything. I want to fade into the abyss. I miss my parents. And bella. No-one would talk about her, my days have been monotone with Daniel and Elio being the constant in my life.Elio has tried to get me out of my room but I feel like he’s forcing a sibling relationship which is not yet there.A knock at the door sounds softly.“Emily?” Grandma’s voice floats through the door. “Breakfast is ready.”I say nothing.Silence stretches.Then another knock, slightly firmer this time. “You do not have to come down. I can bring it to you.”I press my forehead against my knees and stare at the expensive marbling.I am not hungry. Or maybe I

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CHAPTER THIRTY: HALLUCINATING.

HALLUCINATINGIt wasn’t Damien.At this point, I think I hallucinated Damien and Bella. Damien was not just nowhere to be found, no-one spoke about his name or the rogues which attacked the other time, and for someone, ‘cough’, ‘cough’ who said that he’d always come for me? He seems to have never existed.So, I think I hallucinated it, but the goddess forbid that I mention this and get a new sticker on my weirdness, but, here’s the thing, I did not wake up one morning and decide I was feeling better.It happened in pieces, like crumbs leading me out of my room.At first, I only cracked the door open. Just enough to listen. The mansion had its own sounds, soft footsteps, murmured conversations, the distant clink of cups. Life moving without me. That part stung, but it also reminded me that the world had not ended just because I stopped showing up.The second day, I stepped into the hallway.Barefoot. Slow. Careful, like the floor might remember who I was and reject me.No one was t

Last Updated : 2025-12-23

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